I never told my in-laws that my father is the Chief Justice. I spent the entire day cooking Christmas dinner for the family, only to have my mother-in-law make me eat while standing in the kitchen.

So I made it.

I left.

David’s firm placed him on administrative leave almost immediately.

Not because my father demanded it.

Michael Grant reported what he had personally witnessed to the firm’s managing committee.

The firm had its own obligations.

David called me from an unfamiliar number.

I did not answer.

He emailed.

ANNA, PLEASE. THIS HAS GONE TOO FAR.

I read that sentence several times.

This.

Not what he did.

What happened afterward.

Consequences often feel excessive to people who believed there would be none.

Then came another message.

WE NEED TO THINK ABOUT GRACE.

That one almost worked.

He knew which door to try.

I forwarded it to my attorney.

No response.

Grace was born six weeks later.

Small.

Furious.

Perfect.

Dad stood outside the hospital nursery and cried harder than I did.

“You’re embarrassing the judiciary,” I told him.

He wiped his face.

“Impeach me.”